Sherlock Holmes and the bee sting
Last week we went to Perth.
We stayed in Subiaco, and on Monday morning I was walking around Leederville when I got stung by a bee. I’ve been stung by a bee before, so didn’t worry too much: I was pretty sure I wouldn’t go into anaphylactic shock, or anything.
On Tuesday it was alright, but on Wednesday my arm turned into a red balloon (one of those long thin ones that clever people make into sausage dogs). It wasn’t all that sore, but it was extra desperately itchy.
On Thursday I caught the bus back to Geraldton, as Grant had to fly to Melbourne.
The bus driver put on a Sherlock Holmes movie, and in the movie a boy gets stung by a bee (how weird is that?) and Sherlock says: The difference between a bee sting and a wasp sting, is that a bee leaves his stinger in situ. (he may not have actually said “in situ”, I’m paraphrasing here)
So it has to be absolutely unassailably true if Sherlock Holmes said it.
I figured you wouldn’t want a picture of my bee stung arm, so I’ve given you a much nicer image, where Phoebe could potentially have got stung by a bee .
Ps. The results of the To smile or not to smile survey: 30 for smiling, 31 for not smiling. So, pretty even.
Oh, and my arm is nearly better, thanks.